Apart from the initial novelty, the rest of the journey was largely uneventful.
Finally, a month later.
They officially arrived at Yellow Springs.
The moment Yellow Springs Road dispersed, Chen Fan finally felt solid ground beneath his feet again after so long.
He looked around, his nose twitching instinctively.
Perhaps it was his imagination.
But he felt that the air here was fresher, rich with Oxygen.
The first thing he saw.
Was a towering mountain.
A mountain peak soared into the clouds not far away. Its slopes were not steep; in fact, they descended gently, its sloping face resembling a vast plain tilted at an angle.
And through the middle of that plain.
A river flowed down from the mountain peak.
That river was "Yellow Springs."
Flowers covered both banks.
Red Grade Flowers, exceptionally tall and slender, with stems as thin as strands of stretched thread.
Their petals, however, were enormous.
They swayed gently in the breeze.
Despite their vivid red color, the petals did not look flamboyant. Instead, they seemed extraordinarily tranquil.
Their centers were a Ghostly Green, the same color as the waters of Yellow Springs and the Yellow Springs Wraiths themselves.
At a glance, the entire landscape consisted of "spectral green" and "vivid Red Grade." In color theory, red and green tended to clash; people often said the combination looked downright awful.
Yet here.
They looked perfectly harmonious, blending seamlessly together.
Beneath the blue sky and white clouds, they exuded a faint sense of deathly stillness, yet nothing sinister. It was rather gentle.
"Those are Otherworld Flowers."
Ming San's voice came from behind him. "There's a clan in War Mire called the 'Other Shore Clan.' I imagine they heard of 'Otherworld Flowers' and chose their name because of them."
"But they definitely haven't seen Otherworld Flowers."
"These